Today should be my beta day. No, the fact the Tren.tal is working BIG time to help my AF, seriously working if you get the idea, does not mean that I have forgotten this fact. Its on my mind constantly.
Tomorrow, I'm another year older. I hate my birthday, it is a slap in the face that my failing body is getting older. I thought 30 was the absolute fucking worst year of my life, but 31 is not starting out so well.
Sunday is A.'s sister's wedding. It is going to be lovely, but I can't help but play my MIL's words over and over again in my head about how they plan to get to pregnant on the honeymoon. I really don't think I will be able to take that. It might just push me over the edge (not literally).
I go for my first check on Thursday and then we will see where I'm at lining wise. I just need to breathe right now.